All Work

My hate for my job has reached all new levels.

I don't completely know why I hate it. The people are good (except for my arch nemesis who's been sick a few times in the last few weeks which means a lot of head aches for me). The conditions are good. And I can do the work-- it's not as if it's all that difficult. But I can't stand it.

The six weeks holiday I took was in June. That seems like a lifetime ago.

Each day when I come to work, I drive past a certain park. And each day I think how nice it would be to just pull up and sit in the park for a few hours. The feel of the grass under my feet, the birds, the breeze and other such cliched indications of freedom.

So today, I actually left for work 1/2 an hour earlier than usual and went to a park (a different one though). There were birds and breeze. There was grass under my feet-- though I didn't take my shoes off. I wondered around for a while. I waved to some attractive joggers (that gave them a new spurt of energy (o: ). I sat down near a playground and tried to project my un-pedophile-ness.

And it didn't really help at all because I knew that time was ticking down and I'd be working all too soon.

Holiday's won't help. Small moments won't help. I need a new job. I almost had one the other day but I have to give 1 months notice where I am and they needed someone to start straight away.

I've been considering quitting in time for xmas-- a lovely present-- even if I don't have a new job. Probably won't but jeeze it sounds nice.

So if anyone out there has a job for me-- doesn't necessarily have to be in Brisbane-- let me know. :)